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Okay, so. I had a lot of complaint type reviews about the whole HARRY/DRACO THING. I also noticed some of the regulars didn't review. I wanna apologize about that. Part of it had a purpose, but I kinda got carried away. You can blame it on exhaustion on my part. The characters are gonna blame it on their extremely intoxicated state and it WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN! I promise. Well, at least not to that extent.

P.S. The dancing had a purpose, but the kiss didn't have to happen…

Power Punk – Wow, 'cause that was a very constructive comment. Wow! P.S. Please note that somewhere in one of the Author Note's I distinctly remember mentioning that…if I didn't then I am now

MY CHARACTERS ARE VERY OOC!

Bobby Brown – Actually, you do know how I feel, because if I didn't think Harry might be or could be bi, then I wouldn't have written it…

Hottstuffjr247 – Special thanks to you also. Thank you for the support of my little Harry/Draco thing. There might be little flirtations but there is a big twist coming…Beware!

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Also, I will try to refrain from making little comments in the story. Sorry if it annoys you. Sometimes it is necessary for clarification and sometimes I just can't help myself…I will try tho…

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Now on with the chappie……

Last Chapter…

Harry jerked up and out of his seat. His eyes were blazing with rage. "What the fuck did I just tell you, Sirius?" He snarled. Sirius, who had seen that look on James' face knew what could be coming, began to back away. "Do you have a fucking hearing problem? I don't threaten or maim teacher, but for you, Sirius darling, I'm willing to make an exception!"

Sirius cringed at the form of address, which meant, from James anyway, that he was beyond calming and continued backing away (He is not a wimp, Harry is just damn scary when he is mad!). Harry jerked his hand and the shutter (thingie) over the window in the door snapped down. "Um…Harry…Claws, you have a room full of witnesses. If you kill me, you can't whip all their memories." Sirius croaked. Harry had him by the throat and had slammed him against the blackboard.

"Oh can't I?" Harry sneered, but the rage was subsiding and the power that had surged in him, ebbed away. With the release of the power, his strength died away to and he felt himself sliding toward unconsciousness. "Blame the Flaming Dragons for this…and the lack of sleep…" He muttered, before he collapsed.

Chapter 23 Ideas, Rumors, and Hospital-Wings

The hospital wing was as usual, pristinely white, and clean, which only served to worsen Draco and Hermione's Headaches. Draco sat with his hand shading his eyes as Hermione paced at the foot of Harry's bed. On the other side of the bed, opposite Draco, Ron sat, alternately glaring at Draco and Hermione and glancing concernedly at Harry.

They had all waited until about 11:00 p.m. yesterday. 11 o'clock was the time Madame Pomfrey had shooed them out, insisting they sleep. They complied reluctantly, when she assured them that he was perfectly fine; he only need to recover from the complete magical draining he undergone.

The next morning, after about two hours waiting, a groan was heard. They all watched as Harry opened his eyes to look around and quickly shut them again. He sat up, groaned again, and muttered, "Fuck. Somebody turned the sun down please!"

Hermione grinned in relief. Draco sat up straight and Ron slumped further down in his chair.

"I have only one question…no that a lie I have two." Harry grinned sheepishly and finally opened his eyes fully. He looked at Hermione who nodded. "Did I hurt Sirius at all?"

She shook her head in the negative.

"Good. And Two. What did he say after I passed out? What did everyone else say? Which actually make three."

Draco flushed scarlet. "Before we tell you that, I'd like to apologize for…um, The incident last night at the club. I—"

"O shove it. It was my fault as much as yours."

"Not according to…rumors." Ron sneered.

"Well then," Harry snarled back. "Why do you listen to rumors? Aren't you sick of them after the whole Harry-is-mental-and-Voldemort-is-still-dead thing? I know I am."

Ron shut up and looked ashamed. Hermione cut in. "You probably want to know what the rumors say, right?"

Harry nodded.

"First the only actual info anyone but us has is that simple facts that: One, we were at Silver Dragon last night. Two, Harry got his ear pierced. And Three, something happened between Harry and Draco that Harry didn't want Sirius to say out loud and that made Draco blush." Harry nodded and she continued. "I have heard at least ten different stories. I heard:

You and Draco fell in love and got matching tattoos"

This elicited a snort from both guys in question and a gag from Ron.

"You and Draco had mad passionate sex in the middle of the dance floor while the entire club watched"

Harry snorted again. "Closer, but still way wrong!"

"You and Draco did…something, it was never actually clarified what, involving Ketchup, a dinner plate, and a lamp with light-bulb"

Harry and Draco both arched and eyebrow and laughed. Ron cringed.

"You and Draco had a duel for the hell of it and were banned from Silver Dragon…"

"What?" Harry said incredulously. "Why would that make Draco blush?"

"And Draco Lost…

"You were caught teaching Draco how to drive a stick…which was said in a rather obscene manner"

Draco's eye widened to the size of the above mentioned dinner plates.

Harry choked, "But I don't know how to drive automatic, never mind Stick! How the hell could I teach anyone? And why would Draco of all people be interested in driving? Yeah, I understand the obscene double meaning, but still…Driving?"

By this time, Draco was brick red and Ron looked like he wanted to vomit. Harry turned to Ron. "You and the twins know more about cars than I do. That was a stupid one." Ron looked considerably better, but Draco was still red in the face and confused.

"And the last one I remember was, You and Draco having…er, fun in that giant Ice Cream Sundae in the back room at Silver Dragon. You know the one with all the whipped cream and Melted Chocolate?"

Harry wrinkled his forehead. "No, there is a Giant Ice Cream Sundae in the back room?" He looked up, smirking, and raised and eyebrow suggestively at Hermione. "We should try that sometime, Herm."

Ron gagged again.

"Oh shut it, Patches!" The two said, grinning.

Draco suddenly jumped to his feet. "Oh my god! We have to go to DADA! We only have ten minutes and Harry needs to change."

"But—"

"No. Pom said he could go to class as soon as he awoke, which would be now."

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A short time later, the door to the DADA room opened and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco walked in. The entire room held it's breath looking from Sirius to Harry and back.

"Claws, you okay?" Sirius said softly into the silence.

The tense look on Harry's face broke and he grinned widely. "Sure, Padfoot. You?"

Sirius grinned back. "Sure."

Harry made his way to the front of the room with Hermione as Ron and Draco sat down.

Once the room had filled with noise again, Harry asked quietly, "Sirius, did you feel anything in the room, when I…When I attacked you?"

"No, I didn't, Harry. Sorry. Why?"

"Well," Harry glanced around the room. "I…I felt…something. I really can't explain. It felt like, someone reached into me and took all my emotions and multiplied them time like ten. Then once I reacted with a magical power surge, They…I don't know how…they drained me." Sirius looked worriedly at him and Hermione looked thoughtful. "There is no way I suspended that much power. I did barely, if any, magic yesterday. I slept most of the day."

"Harry, there is no way to—" Sirius began, but Hermione cut him off.

"Yes, there is. There is a way to drain magic, but…Sirius, can I go to the library and check something?" She asked, already turning to go.

"Hermione?"

She stopped and turned back. "Yes?"

He smiled. "You need a note to look in the restricted section, unless your studying advanced DADA." He picked up a quill and scrawled a short note. "Here. Now go."

She hurried out. Harry, after watching her go, turned back to Sirius and asked, "Do you really think she'll find something? Have you really never of a complete magical drainage?"

"No, I…Now, wait a minute." He paused, thinking. "No…" His eyes grew wide, shock and horror appearing in his features. "She can't possibly mean…"

He rummaged in his bag, which sat under the desk. After a few minute, he came up with a fanged book. Stroking the biding he opened it. He leafed through quickly. "Come on…I know it's in here…Praeopta Nocea…Ah, here it is..." He glanced over the page, marked it, and shook his head. "Go sit down, Harry. I'm gonna start."

Harry turned to go sit, but stopped and turned back. "Sirius?"

The black-haired man looked up.

"I-I'm so sorry."

Sirius smiled and Harry hugged him briefly. "It's okay, Claws. You didn't hurt me you know. Scared the shit outta me, but didn't hurt me." He grinned and Harry grinned back. He playfully hit Harry on the back of the head and sent him back to his seat. Harry turned to comply and found the entire class staring at them in shock.

"What?" He said looking around incredulously.

An unidentifiable voice from somewhere near the back of the room called, "You just hugged a teacher! A male teacher! And you're calling each other by pet-names!"

Harry looked around giving the class a pretty good imitation of Sirius' Are-You-Fucking-Kidding-Me look and said, "You can't be serious!" He spun quickly and held up a finger. "Don't say it!"

Sirius, who had opened his mouth to speak, shut it, grinning. "Harry, you definitely didn't help the situation any, by anticipating what I was going to say."

"I really don't care, Sirius. I have heard that lame joke way, way too many times and it wasn't funny the first time you said it."

"Still not helping the situation." Sirius pointed out, still grinning.

Harry spun back around to see the class even more bug eyed. "Oh, Go fuck yourselves! He's my Godfather. And therefore my legal guardian, until I turn 17."

The class looked sheepish. Harry rolled his eyes. "Yea, I thought so!"

And the class began…